A/N: This is my first House fic and I'm v. nervous about posting it so please be gentle with me. Constructive stuff is fine but no mean stuff just cos it's Hameron. Ta! I don't have a beta so apologies for any bad spelling/grammar. Oh, also, I'm English so excuse any Englishness that might have crept in when I wasn't paying attention. Other than all that I hope you enjoy it!
In my little world S7 happened but it was all about Hameron and not Huddy. This is set during 'Bombshells' hence the title. I've also borrowed some of the dialogue from that episode which I'm sure you'll recognise. I obviously don't own House M.D and am just borrowing the characters for some fun.
"Hey," he says, warmly, as he opens the door to find Cameron on his doorstep. He's surprised to see her standing there but not unpleasantly so.
"You took vicodin," she says, calmly, careful to keep her face neutral.
The slight smile that had graced his face at her presence drops away as soon as her words register in his mind. "How did you know?"
"My subconscious has been screaming it at me since you turned up."
He searches her face for a hint as to what she's thinking, hoping to garner some clue as to what to say. His stomach clenches briefly as he realises he is unable to read her in this moment. Something akin to panic begins to swell in his gut and he understands that there's a very real chance that he's going to lose her. "I'm sorry. It was a one-time thing," he tells her, quickly but with a sincerity that shows in his eyes as he holds her gaze, "I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to be there for you so bad."
"I know," she says, softly, "I let myself forget that you're an addict and I shouldn't have. I think we should-"
He does not want her to finish that sentence. He knows what she's going to say and he can feel the panic rise within him; squeezing his heart with a vice like grip.
"No, no,no, no. Please don't do this..." he begs, eyes stinging with unshed tears.
She moves forward swiftly and captures his lips in a warm soft kiss which doesn't last nearly as long as he would like it to.
"I'm not breaking up with you", she assures him as she pulls away, giving him a small smile as he breathes a sigh of relief. "I'm saying that I think we should look into some therapy."
"Together?" He tries not to let the surprise show on his face but she has become far too adept at reading him lately.
"It doesn't have to be," she tells him, cautiously, aware that therapy of any kind let alone couple's therapy is not on his list of things to enjoy. "It can be individual if you prefer but I think we might need a bit of help now and again."
"And if I don't want to?" he asks, seriously, face devoid of any emotion.
"Then we'll find another way to make it work," she tells him, face and heart open to him.
He closes his eyes in relief, pulling her into his arms and pressing his forehead against hers. "Thank you," he whispers.
"For not giving up on me," he says, indirectly confessing his biggest fear.
"I couldn't. I love you too much."
"I love you too," he whispers and her eyes close briefly against the tears that always threaten to fall when he says those words to her. He gathers her into a tighter embrace and smiles when her face burrows into his chest.
"I think you'd like Nolan," he says, quietly, after a few minutes causing her to look up at him.
"Yeah?" she asks tone deliberately casual.
"Yeah." He nods decisively once before lowering his head to hers and kissing her with a kind of reverence he's never shown before. He's not stupid, he knows he has a long road ahead of him and a lot of demons to face along the way but, he thinks, with Cameron at his side he might just make it.